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Post by bailen william holmes on Jan 19, 2009 3:04:39 GMT -5
I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABYno, she doesn't know what she's missing - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Bailen had began to find himself more and more lost, the longer he sat inside these four walls, that surrounded the perimeter of this suburban hell, they called a boarding school. He knew he was beginning to over-analyze every word he, or anybody else spoke. Every move, anyone made, and anything anyone did. He was taking everything personally, and, things that he used to be able to joke about, were taken harshly. This inconvenient lack of.."something" Bailen was having, was really messing with his sanity. Though, making the usually rambunctious, reckless teen, much more thoughtful and insightful. That's why Bailen had, instead of eating with his friends in the cafeteria, skipped lunch, and walked out in to the bright sun, cool breeze, and surprisingly pleasant shush of the courtyard.
Plopping down on his stomach, he crossed his arms, and rested his head against them. He mass of dark brown hair blew lightly in the breeze. This school had provided Bailen with several things he could've done without. It provided him with stability -he didn't like this predictable atmosphere. It gave him a chance to make something of himself, when his whole life had been a disaster- Bailen wasn't much for the idea of becoming a scholar. Though, he was quite intelligent, despite popular belief he was useless. Bailen just found it much more worthwhile to drink away those contemplating, insightful brain cells. At his age, he found it more alcohol more useful than a future. After all, he was your average seventeen year old. Finally, it provided Bailen an escape from his girlfriend, miles away in Cleveland. Bailen had worked oh so very hard to be faithful to Dani. While in Cleveland, in the same town, he'd found it extremely difficult to stay faithful, now, with a whole new crop of beautiful girls, Bailen was trying his very hardest to keep his hands off the other girls. They didn't make it easy, either. Bailen got girls thrown at him on a daily basis, not to brag of course. He was naturally a lady's man. He didn't try to attract them.
Reckless, rebellious, Bailen had gotten very used to, and grown fond of the thought that the "world was his oyster". So when this reality check, otherwise known as Dublin Prep came in to his life, it hit hard. Bailen didn't like discipline, and he wasn't about to change his ways to appease any adult, even temporarily. He was stubborn and these teachers weren't "authority figures". Bailen figured their jobs were to keep students under control as one by one they lost their sanity. Nobody could keep a clean mind in this prison-like school. Bailen lifted his head -which felt unusually heavy- and looked around. He wondered why nobody was around. Sighing, he half heartedly hummed the chorus to Teenage Dirtbag. How appropriate. Bailen sort of considered himself a "teenage dirtbag". Obviously, he was in the way of others, and not doing anyone good. Actually, he was an all around screw up.
Bailen, after chewing his bottom lip, glancing around as he still lounged on his stomach in the grass of the court yard, had come to the conclusion that, while wrapped up in his intense thoughts, missed the bell, and was now supposed to be sitting in his fifth period class. He contemplated going to his jail-cell sized dorm, but shrugged the thought off quickly. It was quite the exaggeration, calling them the size of a jail cell. Actually, you could easily, and comfortably fit two people in the dorms, which were quite large. Actually, the whole school wasn't half as bad as Bailen made it out to be. He just resented the school, and the walls, and the discipline, and the people so much, he had convinced himself he was being kept in a prison-like environment, rather than a school. Maybe this boarding school had messed with his sanity more than he thought. With a groan, he layed his head back down on his forearms, awaiting one of the many disciplinarians working for Dublin to come and get him, and give him some kind of punishment for skipping. Attendance wasn't something Bailen was too worried about anyway.
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Post by hayley renae nelson on Jan 19, 2009 3:30:52 GMT -5
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Post by bailen william holmes on Jan 19, 2009 3:58:30 GMT -5
I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABYno, she doesn't know what she's missing - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Bailen still hummed half heartedly. Lately, he didn't even have the ambition to hum fully. This school was really starting to take it's toll on the usually fun loving teen. He had friends here, they'd started a band. It wasn't the fact that he didn't have anyone. Just, something wasn't the same as it had been with his old friends. The friends back in Minneapolis, and the friends in Cleveland. Something about all the kids here was extremely off, and frankly, Bailen hated it. Why didn't these kids know how to party? Not the wimpy shit Bailen had seen here either, actualy parties. Bailen partied with the best of them, he had since he was thirteen. The kids at Dublin prep were snooty, scholars, and didn't have the time of day for a lanky boy, who had dreams of being in a big time band. No, not a doctor, or a lawyer, but a singer in a band. Pretty hard to believe, seeing as everyone who went to Dublin apparently turned out to have some great future. Bailen decided, since he couldn't be one of them, he was going to break the mold. He was going to screw Dublin's reputation.
Bailen's eyes were closed, and his head was still resting on his forearms, as he felt a small jab against his side, before hearing and extremely light thump on the ground. Almost like, someone had thrown something. "Fucking A" Bailen didn't glance up for a moment. Though, grinned at in to his arms. It was a girl. Apparently she weighed almost nothing, since he had been confused at what it was. He thought a football or something had been thrown at him.
He glanced up, seeing a petite girl, with vibrant hair and a gap in her teeth. She was cute. Bailen mentally kicked himself for even noticing her looks. Dani. He focused on Dani whenever he was around girls, he wanted to stay faithful. Though, something about the girl caught Bailen's attention. Maybe it was just that fact that somebody from Dublin. YES. Somebody else besides Bailen from Dublin prep was not doing what they were supposed to, another kid skipping a class. Bailen was impressed. A lot of the kids weren't even gutsy enough to skip a class, fearing the prison guard like authority figures that ran Dublin.
"Shit. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." Bailen rolled over on to his back, before sitting up, staring at the girl intently for a moment. He smoothed his hair, before glancing down at his navy American Apparel hoodie, which was covered in blades of grass. He swiftly, with one swipe of his lanky arm, removed most of the nuisances. "I'm Hayley by the way, and again I'm sorry." Bailen couldn't help but smile, his dumb crooked grin at her and chuckle. She had an accent, he couldn't decide where it was from, but he definitely noticed an accent. She didn't sound anything like Bailen, who came from Minneapolis, the shithole, ghetto part of Minneapolis. Even though his parents were rich, Bailen chose to associate with people from North Minneapolis. That's probably where he originally got his "bad habits."
"Dude, it's okay." Bailen replied, still grinning his dumb grin toward the red head sitting a few feet away. "Hayley? I'm Bailen Holmes." He returned her introduction. He couldn't stop grinning. He had a feeling this girl would turn out to be somebody Bailen could communicate with, without feeling an undying urge to beat them. Bailen hated most of the people here, just because they thought they were better than him, because they were the scholar type. He didn't let anybody know he hated them though. He was fairly popular, and he wanted to keep it that way.
"I'm a junior, it's my second year here." Bailen explained, eyeing her through his big brown eyes. Bailen guessed, it was about 2:00pm, and school got out at 3:30. He had a lot of time to sit here and bask in his own misery. He hated it here. He just wanted out. "I don't recognize you?" Well, maybe she was a freshman ? She was sure small enough to be one. Than again, she just didn't seem like a freshman to Bailen. He shrugged. Bailen played with his hair, and thought about Dani for a second. She was short and thin, with curly black hair and green eyes. She was beautiful, and intelligent, and everything a guy could want. That's what Bailen used to think at least. Their relationship had been on the rocks lately. That was probably another reason Bailen was having such a hard time with everything. He turned his attention back to Hayley. She could maybe be somebody that could brighten Bailen's day. So far, it hadn't been that great.
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Post by hayley renae nelson on Jan 19, 2009 4:23:39 GMT -5
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Post by bailen william holmes on Jan 20, 2009 0:48:13 GMT -5
I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABYno, she doesn't know what she's missing - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Hayley's" whole demeanor had Bailen in total and utter awe. She didn't seam uptight and snooty, like most of these kids at this boarding school. It's not like any of them had a reason to act snooty. A very small amount of kids here were actually sent here for educational purposes. All these kids were here because there parents wanted rid of them. They had no reason whatsoever. Nonetheless, Bailen-though his views were different- was quite popular amongst the scholar-like students.Maybe they appreciated his individuality, and the fact he wasn't another clone. He was different. They didn't know what that meant. He wasn't really sure why they were infatuated with him, but he didn't hate the fact he was well liked, even if the feelings weren't mutual. There he went again, not only was he now over-analyzing everything, and worrying too much, he was also a lot more pessimisic than he ever remembered being. It upset him, that he spent his time thinking, instead of having fun. Thinking pessimistically, none the less. This wasn't Bailen William Holmes, at all, and frankly, he missed the old fun loving boy, rather than this contimplative, boring, teen.
He touseled his dark brown hair, and brushed his bangs from his eyes. He acted very feminine when it came to appearence, his hair, his clothing, his complexion. It had to be perfect. Before, when old Bailen was around, he couldn't care less about his looks. Probably because his whole life before had been lived drunk, or hungover. This newfound sobriety was showing Bailen things he'd never known about himself. He was very over-compulisive, very insightful, even though he led people to believe otherwise, and all around, a very intelligent young man. He grimaced at that thought. He DID NOT what to be what his parents wanted him to be. He also DID NOT want to appease anyone at this prison, and show them what he had found about himself. Now he craved some kind of strong alcoholic beverage even more. He needed to stop this insightful behavior, and get wasted to the point of where he couldn't remember his name. THAT was the Bailen that he liked best.
In midst of all this thinking, he had almost forgotten about the red head sitting in front of him, her short legs crossed, plucking at the blades of grass. They were still bright green, even though it was autumn. "So, where is everyone? Doesn't anyone else skip?" Bailen snorted his dull amusement at this statement. "Psh. The longer you attend this place, the more you will realize nobody breaks the rules here." Bailen nodded his head, further confirming his statement, and knocking his hair back in front of his eyes. It was a nuisance, anything for looks though, right? It was shallow, but oh so true, another reality of attending this prestigeous school, Dublin Prep. Bailen scoffed to himself, maybe that's why there weren't parties. There wasn't exaclty impeccable hygiene at parties.
Again, Bailen went back to thinking about his older self. The impulsive Bailen, the one who would do anything, just for amusement. Wow, if he still acted like that, he would be much more entertained at this school. He eyed Hayley, maybe she would help bring the "fun" Bailen back. The new intelligent Bailen, to most people, probably sounded like a much better person, and a much better way to live life. Sober, where you can actually remember your valuable teenage years. The only teenage years that weren't foggy to Bailen were sophomore year, and this year. Starting when he began attending here, sobriety was a lot less welcome, but a lot more abundent. He hated this. "I know this will sound weird, and everything, since we just met. But, do you think you might want to..." Bailen chewed his bottom lip. She was probably expecting him to ask her out. He liked doing this, pausing just so she could contemplate every possibility of this inquiry. "want to help me throw a party?" That was a bit more impulsive than recently. Bailen realized the risk of throwing a party, like getting expelled. That only made him want to throw this party more. Maybe he could get drunk, and escape this school. This was a "killing two birds with one stone" sort of situation.
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Post by hayley renae nelson on Jan 20, 2009 18:39:58 GMT -5
   find myself a bit of a mess.
Life just isn't fair, is it?
I miss the years when we were young,
Innocent and so naïve
Hayley's petite body moved sideways, and soon collapsed to the ground. Purple covered eyelids fell over autumn tinted eyes. The teen layed in the grass quite content as she waited for Bailien's reply to her question. Slender fingers brushed her bangs to the side and then slid onto her stomach. She softly started humming to her-self. She tended to do that a lot also. She always got in trouble in school because of her humming. Her teachers seemed to think she was cheating and telling the kids around her answers, when really the teen was just humming and keeping her-self focused and entertained during the tests. At the moment she was humming 'The Brightest Green' by Anabor.
Her right hand started dragging the zipper of her hoodie up and down. This was something that kept her hands busy. She never knew what to do with them. So, she was always fidgeting with them. She opened her eyelids and glanced over at Bailen he seemed to always be playing with his hair whenever she glanced at him. She raised a brow and went back to starring at her hoodie that Kyle gave her. She let out a small sigh as she thought of him. He was her first and last long time boyfriend. She of course was head over heels for him and thought he was too. Until she called him one night and another girl answered. After a few weeks he came over and gave her the hoodie as an 'I'm sorry take me back please' present. Of course she took the hoodie, because she had been wanting it for awhile, but she didn't take him back. Her friend had told her that he had been cheating on her for a few weeks.
Hence another reason was here. She came here to escape her home life. To get away from the memories of her sister, get away from Kyle, and Hannah, her mother, didn't know where she was. For all she knew she was still at home. But, Hannah called her on a daily basis. Hayley has formed a strong hatred for the women that her younger sister, calls mother. Jumping a little as Bailen let out a snort and answered her question. She gave a small shake of her head, messing up the back of her hair. Nobody broke the rules. Where the hell did she come too? Her eyelids closed once more as she enjoyed the sun warming her. It was an actually nice day for autumn. Spring and autumn were the teens favorite seasons. Sure, summer was up there too, only because there was no school and she could go to a ton of concerts. But spring and autumn had the perfect temperatures and were always a pretty time of the year.
Opening one eye as Bailen started to talk. She raised a brow as he started then stopped talking. She propped her-self up on her elbows as she let her gaze rest on him. She was a little curious on what he was gonna ask her. She listened as he said he wanted her to help him throw a party. She crinkled her nose as she thought about it. "Well...I guess so." She replied. She gave a small shrug to her-self. It would be fun. She hadn't partied for awhile. Well since her sister died. She could use this, and possibly meet some more people. She always dreaded being the new kid and felt some sort of sympathy toward the new kids at her school. They seemed to have it so hard. Having to make new friends, but then again they could start over, since no one knew their pass. That was probably the only highlight of being the new kid. "Where are we going to throw this party?" She inquired. Her gaze turned from her knees to rest on him as she layed back down on the sod. |
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Post by bailen william holmes on Jan 20, 2009 23:54:23 GMT -5
I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABYno, she doesn't know what she's missing - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The impulsive factor was what made Bailen's life. Nothing was fun, if it was all planned, with no surprises. That's why Bailen missed his old, uncaring self. Everything in Bailen's life was planned, and what Bailen now considered impulsive, used to be routine. Skipping class was the only halfway rebellious thing Bailen was doing. Before he came here, he'd tried to get married to a girl, after a one night stand. He was completely intoxicated, with several different substances in his blood system. That was the Bailen he missed. The one who thought nothing over. Acted on impulse, realized what he'd done after the fact, and never ever regretted his actions. Bailen was so sure that was the life to live, though, if he continued on like that, his life expectancy probably was under 25 years old, he'd rather live like it was his last day, than waste his time with something he knew he wouldn't enjoy. Life was too short to waste it on years and years of education and work. At least, that was Bailen's whacked out opinion. Most people would say he was dead wrong, and strongly disagree, considering, that the probability that he'd live until thirty was slim, most people would say that wasn't a good thing. Most people believed getting married, and having a family, and everything, would be important, chances were, if Bailen hadn't been forced in to sobriety by this school, he would've died before ever being married or having children. Bailen didn't plan to keep this newfound unhappiness and sobriety for long.
Bailen again, played with his bangs. It was a habit he'd picked up, during those days sitting in his dorm, cursed with severe boredom. Bailen merely shifted his eyes quickly toward the red headed girl, as she agreed half heartedly, before glancing down at his hands. He didn't figure this would be thought out, just find a way out of here, to get some booze, somehow tell all the students who actually had a little "risky side", and move everything out of his dorm. Despite the fact that girls weren't supposed to be in the Male Dorm Building, he was obviously going to have girls there, that was part of the fun.
Bailen again glanced up at her, and grinned, his slightly crooked grin. The grin had a sort of mischievous look to it. Though, Bailen's grins always seemed to have the expression. "In my dorm." He said, as though it was obvious. Bailen rose to his feet, offering his hand out to the short girl, offering her help up.
Bailen was sure the gates were open, and considered the question, "If he was so unhappy here, why didn't he attempt to escape when he had the chance?" Bailen had an idea why. He was quite a loser, and didn't have anywhere to go if he did escape, he'd certainly never return to Minneapolis, to his parent's. His parent's did everything in their power to get their son back, but it never helped. Bailen's parents were filthy rich, and every month they sent him a $1000 check. The bribe money was usually spent on alcohol, and other useless items. Once, when he felt he was in need of a new sports car, he called his mother up. She was so happy to hear from her son, they sent him $110,000 for his jet black Audi R8. Bailen didn't feel guilty for messing with his mother's emotions to get a car. Using her. His parent's had kicked him out at the age of fourteen, on to the dangerous Minneapolis streets. They owed him. In the middle of his pessimistic thoughts, Bailen had almost forgotten about Hayley once again. He turned his attention to her, waiting to see if she'd leave with him.
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Post by hayley renae nelson on Jan 21, 2009 17:03:32 GMT -5
I'm Screaming I Love You So. [/size][/font]   But My Thoughts You Can't Decode[/size][/font][/center] Autumn eyes shifted off Bailen. "We're gonna need water, granola bars and Advil too." She stated more to her-self. She wasn't one for hangovers. So she found a way to wake-up without one. She smiled, she's only been hung over twice, well at least full out hung over. Which includes the pounding headache, gut rot and how everything makes you wanna puke. But, shes learned quickly. If you eat something and drink at least a bottle of water and take to advil you will wake up with a small amount of gut rot, but then you drink a lot of caffeine, take a hot shower and eat something and you feel fine. She finally moved back into a sitting position. Her slender fingers pinched the shoulder of her hoodie and shook it. Getting off most of the stray grass that covered her hoodie.
She then grabbed the bottom of it and shook it out. She knew there'd be some more, but she didn't really care. Pushing off her hood she fixed the back of her hair. It always bugged her when the back of her hair was a mess. Another pet peeve of hers. She left the hood laying on her back, and let her gaze drift back to the boy next to her. She soon started spacing out until he spoke. So the party would be at his dorm. She gave a small shrug, better then nothing. Right? She needed this party. She needed to bring back some excitement in her life. Get back to the rambunctious party hardy Hayley. She smiled as she thought of that. Maybe this one would be the start of her party trend. She wrapped her arms around her legs as she thought about this.
Bailen standing up started the young teen a bit. Autumn eyes drifted, quite slowly, off the tree before her to his hand. She reached out and grabbed it and pulled her-self up. Her petite hand soon sliding out of his once she was up. She brushed off most the sod. She placed her hands in her hoodie pockets and pushed down. Stretching her back out. She heard it crack and gave a smile of satisfaction. She glanced around the parking lot her eyes lingering on her truck before going to Bailen. "Where are we going?" She questioned. She had always been a tad curious. Thats what led her to alcohol. She had tried some drugs, but didn't find them to tasteful. She enjoyed the feeling for about an hour then it'd wear off and she wondered what the f*ck she did. She gave a shake of her head and turned back to Bailen. Waiting for him to answer her question, once more.-note;;shitty as usual. and imma messing with mah posting style:][/i] |
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